August 18, 2015

Came upstairs and Maud was lying in the strange gray half-dark by herself. A melancholy cat. A poet cat.

Went to the Y despite it. Interesting doing my circuit with my foot dazzling with pain.

Good meeting with the playwrights last night. They’re all on board. The lad I have a crush on– he being my opposite in every way–is there. Will remember to behave.

Terrible night last night, bringing its exhaustion into the day. I cannot lose for there is nowhere to retreat; I cannot surrender for the opposition is cruel and wrong.